Nostalgia

I wish I could strip my body naked Of the present's tattered strings, Holding together the cage separating memories From the boundless forevers of hallucination. I wish I could melt into that song, That smell, Those words, That face, That taste, That touch, That could fuse me to a time I wasn't even born to experience.

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